the day he left, I went to his house a couple of hours before he had to leave for the airport. I knocked on his door and, like always, waited patiently for someone to open up. twas him & I stepped up a step to go inside his house. "mistletoe, mistletoe!" is what came from his mouth. what? I looked up & there it was, in his hand, over my head. he
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